Dream Journal
A girl in her late teens stole our cars. B and I were in a small house in a suburb when I looked out the window and saw the girl replacing our two cars with junkers. She drove a rusty 14 passenger van into one spot and a junky truck into the other spot.
I called the police but no one picked up and I had to leave a message. I felt panicked that I couldn’t talk with someone immediately. On the recording I read off the girl’s license plate number and made sure to say that both of our cars were silver.
I went outside to confront her. She and her friends were laughing about ‘liberating the rich.’ “But we aren’t rich!” I thought. They were under the influence of some drug or alcohol.
She stood on the street with her friends and a bunch of junker cars, staling all of my neighbor’s vehicles and replacing them with rusted junk cars.
Misti was laying in a loft at her parents’ house. I climbed up into it to talk with her.
Then I was in a school looking for the Project Adventure door. I wandered through the halls looking for it, when I found one door hidden in a very small closet. The door was horizontal and came out under a bench in the room. Now that I knew where the room was, I reasoned, I would be able to find the other door; it had to be close.
I tried every door in the near vicinity. Behind one door was a teenage girl sitting at a monitor in a tiny closet-like room. I closed the door immediately and went on. At the next door I wondered if the girl had been wearing any clothes. She followed me from door to door and spread rumors about me.
I went home and, still seeing the junk cars in our driveway, asked B to call the police again.